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Am I cheap? Understanding the energy of money
It flows in the direction of where it is wanted.
It’s one of those things that nobody wants to be called. I was looking at this pair of shoes for work, because I REALLY needed a new pair (my current ones had started to squeak — no, not a good look or sound). The pair in my hand were gorgeous — beautiful black leather, good sole, the shape that I like — all good.
Then I look inside where the price was apparently waiting to surprise me. My eyes widened. My partner saw my eyes widen. The sales clerk saw my eyes widen. I think the whole store HEARD my eyes widen. I cleared my throat. Phil knew what that meant and rolled his eyes in frustration. “Kayus, don’t be cheap” he blurted out.
That word stung me. “I’m not cheap, I’m frugal”, I responded defensively. He might as well have called me an uncultured buffoon. I put the shoes down, thanked the sales clerk for her time and walked off in a sulk. “Am I….cheap?”
The question haunted me and I searched my mental catalogue of expenditures for evidence to the contrary. Those concert tickets last year were NOT cheap. And that dinner at that nice restaurant — did you SEE the bill? And…
